At age eleven, the boy observed Santa Claus arriving and climbing the through the balcony on the second floor.
As the old fat guy came in the kid shot him point blank in the heart with his dad's .44 magnum revolver. Got him square on the heart and catapulted him backwards into reverse flight to the sidewalk. Just as this happened the father arrived and saw the fresh corpse splatter on the cement still gushing blood all over the concrete ground.
He ran into his home to find the child with the gun still smoking as he uttered:
---Thank you daddy for not making me believe in Santa Claus the same way some parents fool their kids.---
The man replied:
---Thank you son for being so smart and not believe in bullshit and protecting your siblings while I'm not home.---
Meanwhile the police and the emergency services worked at containing the crowd and lifting the body away. Some bystanders wept for the dead one. A tiny girl moaned:---Poor Santa, he's dead.---
Once the investigation concluded it was revealed that the man was a murderous burglar with a lengthy rap sheet, and the boy in the newsclip told the interviewer how dad trained him to get a body shot to reduce the risk of missing.
After the news they had a Christmas music special.

Mary Ann would put up with just about anything coming from Andrew. Even that habit he had of watching the soccer game on t.v. while they made love. It was painful enough for her to see her team the Barsa loosing five to one against the Real Madrid. But the presence of Andrew's friend sitting there on their bed and cheering the goals,to her that was crossing the line.

----But why Gunther? Why is your final wish to be thrown from an airplane into an active volcano. Why not end up in the cemetery like everyone else?----

----It just horrifies me that I were not really dead but in a state of catalepsy and be buried alive.---

The wife signed the agreement at the notary. Her husband was so sick that she did not want to put him in a bad mood. He died a few days later and his body was flown to the crater and when they dropped it amidst the smoke they heard Gunther's last scream. He was always right in his hunches.

The research that he prepared to avoid zebra extinction was awarded with a grant so he could travel to Africa and work in the very site to promote reproduction.
As he approached the first animal, the beast turned around and kicked his mouth so hard that he lost all his teeth. He was flown to Jerusalem to get treated by an implant surgeon.
He told his story to the dentist, about how he was paid for helping out.
The doctor recalled how in that very region, two milleniums ago something worse happened to Christ. And concluded ,----That is why they say; No good deed goes unpunished.---

Amongst those gathered they heard him say ---All of you should love each other---
and one of them spoke ---That would be ideal sir, but this world is plagued with enemies, it would be easier to bring peace to the apes.----
Jesus Gonzalez kept silent as this made sense.

She believed in the Almighty although her daily doubts about God's existence grew by the day. He on the contrary had no beliefs although he craved for some deity that would be there for everyone. Thus polarized in this manner they converged at the crossroads of this point and retired to their beach house with the ocean view.
Always involved in theological discussions through which they could merely speculate for it is so hard to prove or disprove divine existence, but lived happily within their search.
There was the day when a submarine emerged on their beach and they made friends with the captain who used it as a home and would submerge throughout the seven seas into the underwater world.
They decided on a vacation through which they swapped homes and dove into the ocean allowing the captain to enjoy the dwelling.
A few weeks later they returned only to find everything changed . A hurricane had destroyed the house and the captain had died by drowning. To survive they opened a beach seafood joint in the submarine. They had no other choice.

The uncle who always told the best jokes arrived at the family reunion.He made a grand entrance amidst a dance step that everyone cheered and celebrated. He spoke to all the kids.
---Let's see. Would you prefer to hear a story about a princess or one about shit?---
The girls yelled in a choir---about a princess,about a princess---and the boys unanimously yelled---about shit,yeah let's hear about shit.---
---Fine,---said the uncle with a smile,---once upon a time there was a princess squatting in mid forest taking a shit...---

The poet showed up early at the event and found himself having to leave to go to her call of love.
He left the note on the blackboard: I was requested to attend this reunion and explain that poetry feeds the soul. And this is true. I had to leave due to amorous reasons. I apologize for eating all the oysters.

Literature was being discussed in the classroom, and the following exchange took place:
----Professor. Have you ever given any thought to the fact that because many writers eat and drink as they build their manuscripts, many times having food or drink spilled on them has caused ants and rodents and other creatures to devour these works? Not only that. How many masterpieces have been lost due to acts of catastrophic nature such as fires ,earthquakes and tsunamis?----

---Certainly, I may have harbored such thoughts in a given moment. But believe me,these losses are hardly compensated in numbers compared to the amount of works published that never deserved to be read at all.----

On a fateful morning Terence Silva awoke to find himself surrounded by robots. These particular ones were government robots endowed with human features previously unheard of in robotics, such as wit and charisma. He slapped himself to confirm that he was not amidst some weird dream.
As he noticed how they so brilliantly expressed themselves he couldn't help asking what they were doing there, and they told him they were part of a chryptic ultra secret department where they managed national information too private for humans to know. He asked how come they let him in on it and they told him that he now was part of their star project and the news consisted of them having pulled some strings thus getting him nominated to be awarded the Nobel prize in literature.
What added difficulty to believe this was that Terence had never published a novel or any sort of book. To his credit all he had ever written was a blog with micro stories mostly dealing in subjects deemed politically incorrect and advocating polygamy,nudity and other unpopular causes with the status quo. He happened to be as unknown as you could get and had shunned taking part in contests and such for he considered these polluted with nepotism and other vices.
The dispel to any disbelief was brought about by the mechanical men turning on the T.V. and he watched it on the national and international news. Pictures of himself Terence Silva were hailed all over the news proclaiming his earning this coveted price and the big wad of money it included for the winner. It hit him right then and there. End of his lengthy life of near poverty and trying to make ends meet. He would now partake and taste everything. A life of travel and a nice house by the sea. He would now write a novel that everyone would read. Until now he had only seen the face of hunger and misery and hated it. Even now as he lived in scarcity and the fear of loosing his middle class job selling cars with the included stress of having to find customers anywhere to take the ax away from his head. It was finally over. God does exist he thought, and he really likes me.
Now everything turned into rush mode. Rushing to the tailor for a fitting. Getting passports and tickets,run to the airport,catch the plane to Stockholm, and while inflight write the acceptance speech.
Barely enough time to shower and change at the hotel and then speed to the ceremony with motorcycle police escort and sirens.
The acceptance speech expressed one of his basic truths. The bullet sentence that circled the world was---The reason I write is to avoid getting a machine gun and whacking people away.---
The applause roared through the televised media.
He also spoke about the fact that there should be a world wide infrastructure for the arts since these works generated prosperity, but this type of development would always be blocked by politicians whom so far had demonstrated they knew how to steal and manipulate, but were not really interested in achieving progress for the population. Factories and sweat shops had to be manned so the idea of everyone becoming middle class didn't fly with them.He ended the speech with saying that the arts seemed like a threat to people in power because they caused people to think and thus open avenues for growing. This final sentence reddened some faces but he got the standing ovation anyway.
Once Terence flew back home he found out how right he was in everything he said. He was kidnapped by the robots who moved him to a far away area in the middle of nowhere neighboring a cemetery with a view to a farm. Every single day he had to hear his wife barking louder than a dog and whining about the misfortune he had placed them into and how right she was about him wasting time by writing on his blog.
The robots nevertheless created a mediatic appearance of success by publishing pictures of him where he was in the company of all sorts of famous people including the Pope. He was shown in all these magazines and newspapers with a great smile and having plenty of food and drink when in reality they submitted him to a most strict vegetarian diet of greens and garbanzo beans, when he complained and asked for something different he was denied. They told him that under this diet he was more photogenic.
There was a time when he found one of the robots weeping, he tried to give some empathy but couldn't for they only accept that from their own kind.
Sometimes these machines would write novels and attribute them to him, but these works were superb. He was conscious he could not match that level of writing. At least he had the consolation of reading the best there was. Nothing to be surprised about since they owned all the information.
As time elapsed he saw the robots prevail over the human species. Men and women came to occupy a lower echelon in the food species, comparable to what chicken were in the past.
The newer generation of robotics had reversed the damages in the Amazon rain forest and created paradise type installations where they farmed humans to feed their leopards ,tigers,lions and other wildcats which they kept as pets and walked around in leashes just like we had done with dogs.
They easily tamed them having superior strength and immunity to scratches and bites.
Terence thought that man had made the same mistake of God. Granting free will to their creation.
At a certain point they could have saved the planet. But they had too many opinions and too few solutions. Now everything had gone awry.
He went outside to walk around this desolate place, and as he read this piece he confirmed his preference for sad endings. Perhaps with a little more work he could make it worse.

ENGLISH VERSION.
A cool way to earn a living. And you're also free. If you feel like cruising along to bring the bacon home you may join the swarm at all the star events and get regular shots that don't imply long hours and it lets you join the party and hunt for information about big game. If you try hard enough you can hit a jackpot and make enough to let you travel to Europe or Australia.There are shots worth five hundred thousand known to have retired a man to a good three year party at full blast until it's all gone and then come back to get more. It definetely beats the hell out of working at an office or a factory. A paparazzo, will be successful if his lens is able to trap the famous and the notorious in their moment of psychotic meltdown, of intoxication, or in the privacy of making love or committing a crime, any extreme situation sells when it involves a public icon.
The marketing of public lives is insatiable amongst all those who in their low self esteem feel the lack of a worthy life. To the me generation there is only space for the to be. Not to be is not an option.
So these photographers dream also of someday getting famous on their own worth and become the prey of other paparazzi who will stalk them and publicize their lives thus escaping the crush of anonymity that makes them feel part of the daily sweating and howling masses that life grinds into frustration and oblivion.
Right before breaking dawn, Tony Romano parked his car and ventured on foot across the Hollywood hills, to cross on foot into territory inhabited by coyotes and other wildlife that would let him arrive at The divo's palace. This guy was the current top dog on the movie screens and millions of women world over fantasized themselves into a romantic moment with this guy. And when one acquires this big a star power everyone wants to get a piece of you.
There lies the destructive nature of fame.
Tony was fully equipped to climb the tower of the mansion and his plan included rigging the whole house with camera eyes that would allow him to film every moment of privacy that he could sell to the market.
As expected the security squad owned the night at the mansion.
There are ranges in the levels of protection a person may get. It's all about money. The lowest priced guards come from a company that will hire a body. Literally, if the individual has a body in walking condition and no criminal background, he will be hired by companies that pay him 9 to 12 dollars an hour and he or she may keep the job if able to remain awake the entire shift, not an easy task once you go into long periods of sleep deprivation. If you up it up a notch you get an elite group, made up of people with military or police background from 15 to 20 an hour. Now, if you want the kind of coverage that will afford you men that will dive to take the bullet or the knife on themselves and also happen to be fastest guns in the west, now we're talking 15 grand and above for each cowboy's price depending on their proven worth.
Setting his mind in alpha status he went up the wall like a lizard. Taking care to remain invisible to the monkeys on guard he valued his fortune that these inept individuals had the night watch instead of geese like they did back in the Roman Empire. The dogs and the coyotes had been easy to put to sleep with narcotics laced meat. Nevertheless Tony Romano knew if he fell to the ravine side just below him there would be more coyotes and wolves who would appreciate him as dinner.
He finally arrived at the open window in the tower that he had chosen to get access. He wore a helmet mounted with a camera that recorded anything he looked at and on his goggles he could see anything in frame, and control the device through a wrist remote.
Just as he scanned for the possibility of an alarm, he was startled by someone entering the inside of this room, he froze in fear of being caught as he noticed his intended target centered on his visor.
He turned on recording mode. The moment of truth was now. He applied a soft zoom back to have him fully in frame. The most famous face in the world seemed a little high on booze, most likely champagne it seemed. Suddenly this face turned towards Tony and said---I see you---.
Romano's mind went full speed at the premise of being executed or arrested in the least possibility.
He pleaded---I am a harmless person, with a pregnant wife about to give birth. I just want to sell your picture to pay the hospital bill. We met before, I'm Tony Romano the photographer, please don't have me arrested or harmed.----
---O.K. Tony, go get paid. Although it's beyond me why would people want to watch me taking a shit in my bathroom.----

The enthusiastic notes rang in the voice across the dining room of the Experimental Genetic Center, that was celebrating it's second anniversary operating in the town.
The words stood out as a man said:
----Doctor, I must say that ferocious breed of cow on which you fused it with the tiger genes has caused a bit of havoc. There was a barrage of complaints about people who had been attacked or devoured by this creature. Nevertheless I can not render enough praise to your genius. What a cheese, came from this cow, oh Lord, what a cheese, come on, pass it over before it runs out.---

The professor of metaphysics exposed the universal principle about coexistence of living beings.
---We all stand on the same surface and we have only noticed our differences.To know this does not suffice to understand it.---

Marcie always had a spell on him. Not withstanding the fact that she was the most distracted person Bertrand ever knew. Whenever he called her there was always the need to remind her who he was.
So distracted she was that on the day she died she didn't even see it coming. But ever so distracted always that she never noticed her own life taking place. The kind of lady that zoomed right through existence in a way that seemed not to have ever happened. In such state of abstraction as if never having been there. Except to him.

Bernard sat in contemplation of the dance performed by the dozen nude beauties, each of them possessing a statuesque body, an exchange of smiles flowed through this daily ritual musical moment they experienced at the terrace that overlooked the garden of the countryside home.
During his travels he conquered them one at a time and convinced them to be part of his personal commune, and to share the love devoid of jeaolousy as they formed part of a family that could only be described as superfunctional.
His cousin Ron was visiting, and upon witnessing this he asked why he needed to have so many women. Bernard replied.
---I adore them. Others have fish.---

As he faced the wise man from the volcano, Hemorrondious heard the reply to his request to know the ultimate truth. He was not pleased by the answer which stated such thing to be non existing as nature has no end.

---Each instant is both ephimerous and continuous at once and made of infinite nature.
It would serve you best to work. Get a real job and you will do more for the world and avoid a mental meltdown.---
---Right,but awareness of such truth won't stop me in fighting adversity.---
---Neither will it stop adversity from fighting you.---
Upon such words,all Hemorrondious could mutter was.
---We are all screwed, really.---
---Speak for yourself.---